Boo. I don’t know where James Robertson got this line from, but it’s a blatant rip off of some inspired trask talk delivered by one Edward Flaherty in the ancient and venerable newsgroup Talk.Bizarre. About 15 years ago, give or take. To wit:

“You couldn’t get a clue during the clue mating season in a field full of horny clues if you smeared your body with clue musk and did the clue mating dance.”

And that, my small, vampiric potato, is why Edward got all the chicks. You, sir, are cordially invited to drop by t.b. and pick up your complimentary anvil, which has been reserved for your exclusive use!